“Friends! How many of us have them?”
Every wolf needs a pack.
Sure, some do alright on their own but I wouldn’t say that it’s ideal. We need allies. Reliable people by our side.
We need those like-minded people that can keep up with our crazy bullshit and ambitions as riders.
I used to think it was best to go through life as a lone wolf, but that’s because I never met anyone that really got my lifestyle or what I do. I tried to put puzzle pieces where they didn’t fit.
When I finally met some glorious bastards that could hold their own with an eccentric barbarian like me, it was a match made in Heaven.
We learned from each other. We taught each other. We trained with each other. We laughed with each other. We made the bitter pill of life taste a whole lot sweeter. Together.
If you can find an awesome motherfucker that treats you with respect, doesn’t bullshit you and appreciates your presence.. make sure to hold on to that someone until given a reason to do otherwise.
Kings dine together.